So many times we put off doing the very thing we would do as if our days were countless.
Recently, I left behind a position driving metro mobility customers around the Twin Cities here in Minnesota for First Transit. It was not just a job as I really enjoyed my utilitarian role as driver for our seniors and differently enabled. They were just people with limited transportation options and good, bad, and indifferent days and dispositions.
The poem below is a gift of insight from one of my passengers who was not even laboring to look at the bright side, but moving on with life with a matter of fact and can do attitude. He was the flip side of the broken record titled "The only handicap is a bad attitude." This poem is the first in a series of poems I've begun to write on my experience driving for Metro Mobility.
Admiration, Poem 1.
Amputee plans his escape
From the nursing home
On the street that expires
(Disappears on the map too).
Asks me not to tell
Of his new digs:
Garden level with sidewalk
Slightly declining to the driveway.
He is hopeful he can travel,
See places he’s meant to see
Before now, before the saw
Saved his life, such as it is.
We plan our escape from life
To places we meant to visit
Before the saw saves our life
Such as it is, such as it has become.
